The Disarming Nature of Quiet Rebellion - Guest blog by Jonny the Consultant
Posted on May 12 2017
Airport security was taking an irritatingly long time. The slow moving queue was brewing with sounds of frustrated sighs, huffs and flapping arms. Despite the length, even from the back of the queue you could hear security checkers being blamed by angry customers for the infrastructural organisation of the airport. As arguments about 100ml moisturiser bottles caused queues to grind to a halt, heads frantically flicked side to side, fueling the sighs and increasing the velocity of arm flapping, as all neighbouring queues seemed to be moving faster.
By the time I got to the front of the queue and put my belongings into the tray, the tension between checkers and customers was at boiling point. Yet, having been (quite firmly) asked to remove my shoes by one of the security checkers, the mood suddenly flipped, once I took my shoes off. Clapping her hands, the checker let out an impressive shriek of joy at the sight of my Quiet Rebellion socks. Her bubbly jubilance was like a valve, releasing the tension around. Having given her the name of your company (Quiet Rebellion), as I wandered down the line, she strongly encouraged all her colleagues to take a look.
Two months later, I was taking the same flight, and came across the same security checker. Being frankly quite an unmemorable bloke, it took my Quiet Rebellion socks (and then my pointing to the socks and then my face) to remind her who I was. With a huge grin on her face, she pulled up her trouser leg, slipped off her shoe, and revealed that she too had joined the Quiet Rebellion. An entirely unprofessional embrace then took place, and we went our separate ways; both feeling a lot better for it.
Part of the Quiet Rebellion club!